Let's all sit down and conversate (sic)

[Bunny]

OOC: No worries! Mine aren't exactly Charles Dickins Prose either.

IC:
John Peters shrugged. "Maybe I do make 'dolphin noises'." When someone was reasonable with him, he would be reasonable right back, he thought. "But you're right on the other point too: Jacob was rude. I just asked him a simple question, and he just gives me hatred. I want a relationship with my other brothers in the Lord but I'm shut out by..." he gestured wildly towards Jacob. "by that!"

[Sly Cooper]

Jacob, looking away rolled his eyes. "I don't know if you realize this-- but people get kind of irritable when they get tired-- and sometimes when you make those dolphin noises-- you make them at night-- and kind of loud-- so I-- I'm not a very heavy sleeper and all-- sooo-- when you did it last night, I was sort of kept awake. And now I'm tired and grumpy, and I misplace my irritablility onto-- well you." Jacob was trying to be-- reaonable. Even if he didn't like John Peters much, he like having enemies much less.

[Dot Dot Dot]

Solomon nodded in agreement. "You were kept up too?" he asked in his low rumble of a voice. "It's true, John, you do keep everyone up at night with your yelling swear words and dolphin noises." A small smile appeared on his face. Dolphin noises. He had never known what to call them. John made dolphin noises. Knowing what they were brought him a little relief. Knowing what things were made things less scary.

When everyone first slept in the communal homes three years ago, Solomon had thought John was possessed. Now he knew that if he WAS possessed, it was by a dolphin.

"This is good," he murmured. "You're talking to each other." I don't have to punch either of them, he thought, thinking of Rhett.

[Sly Cooper]

"Yes-- talking--" if that's what you can call it. You can't really talk to John Peters. You have to talk AT John Peters. "Why do you make those noises anyway? Is it-- a war cry or something?" But what Jacob was really thinking is that maybe he was Dolphinboy like Batman. Or maybe he was infused with a dolphin somehow. Part boy part dolphin, all John Peters. Or maybe one of his parents was a dolphin. Or maybe he was raised by dolphins. Or maybe he was just weird. Jacob was going with weird even though Dolphinboy would be way cooler. "I mean-- Just seems like wolf or lion noises would be more frightening."

[Bunny]

I don't make dolphin noises. I'm mocking you. All of you. That's essentially all YOU guys ever say. Stupid.

But for once, John was able to keep these thoughts to himself. Yeah, I don't say things just to be mean. I'm polite and respectful. Unlike everyone else. he scowled indignantly.

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But frankly, I only make all those noises at night because I'm thinking about all the work I'm going to have to do tomorrow. I'm the only one who does anything!" Before Jacob could object he swept on. "And why are we just talking about my dolphin noises? Yeah, I do one thing that's annoying. But who doesn't? Yeah, I can be a little annoying, but I Jacob just came at me for no reason and I didn't even get an apology!"

[Sly Cooper]

"I'm sorry--" Jacob half assed his apology, figuring, although he was being a jerk, it wasn't like John Peters wasn't always being a jerk, a hypodritical jerk but a jerk nonetheless. Always does all the work my ass. Thy only thins he does always all the time is complain and tell people they suck. "Now that I apologized, you want to help me find the girls' communal home, or are you going to depend on my poor sense of direction to get us there?"

[Bunny]

"Oh," John gasped, realizing now that Jacob had been as lost as he had been. "You don't know where it is, either?" Dumbass. He sniffed. Who knew how long it would take him to find it now with this idiot on his tail. But, patience was a virtue. "I guess I'll help. Sure. Let's go that way." He pointed straight ahead.

[Sly Cooper]

"Alright strait is it." Jacob kept going strait like John had told him to, and he figured he would probably end up more lost that before, after all-- it was John Peters and he didn't trust John Peters to know the way to the outhouse even if he followed the smell, let alone to the girls' communal home.

[Bunny]

ooc: new thread.